Mi- jyoti mami- are lavdya ti ajun khup choti ahe mi tula puchhi var ghetle tar majya pori var pan najar tevtos hoy re zavadya.Mi- ag manisha ik he on...ly mi nahi mant ahe tilahi tech have ahe. Mag mi jalela all prakar mamila sangitla ki kase ti mala ball,gand dakvte kasa tine maja lund dabala hota & all. Tari pan manisha kay tayar hoina pan mi khup samjavle mag ti tayar jali v mag jyoti la aplyat samil karun ghenya sati ami 1 plan banvla.V 1 divas mamine jyoti la sangitle ki anj tu clg la nako. As she explored her body's ability to recover from the physical punishment of gym class, with bruises, cuts and scrapes that all seemed to heal within a day of getting them, Mel came to realize that she probably was as close to indestructible as a physical being could be.As she realized the full implications of her uniqueness, she began to formulate a plan for what to do with her life. The first step was to drop off the grid. Packing up her car with all her belongings, she said goodbye to her. She smoothed it out and set it on her nightstand. The next day at noon, as she was on her way to the country club for a round of doubles tennis with friends, she pulled out her keys to start her Jetta and the note fell into her lap. ‘Hmm, funny,’ she thought, but then realized she must have swept the note up from the nightstand with her keys. ‘It is starting to look as if fate is telling me to call him,’ she thought. ‘What harm could it do? Looks like it’s me that’s being stubborn. What the. I could tell by the way she stared at the chrome toaster that she was thinking about dad. ‘I’m sorry, Mom,’ I whispered, lowering my mug. ‘What are you sorry about?’ She pushed the lever to toast the bread and brushed her short brown hair back with her fingers. I let out a hard sigh and looked at her. ‘I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. I’m sorry for lying when sneaking out to see Jonathan. I’m sorry for thinking you wanted to control me and treat me like a kid.’ I held my mug when I felt.